brilliant-coloured birds tend their silence here, perching on stillness and heart’s ache, a hushed fear catching in their throats, poised against a hope we’ve lost sight of in life’s cruel twists…
whose song will they next sing for us, breaking out upon the night a memorial of life precious, fleeting? surely their melodies weave eternal tapestries from the light of each heart that has ached and joyed before us and will flow onward, grasping our own and those yet to come…
let us hear their silence and know all the earth aches for each one of us.
and when their songs fall again on our ears, may we be gently enclosed in the comfort of their epochs, our stories alighting on trees, interwoven with the spirits of all nature, whispering into valleys, bursting along rivers we may never see, yet filling hearts with melodies uniquely given by each of our lives…
let us hear the love and know all the earth awaits our answering songs.
but for now the womb of silence weeps. the songbirds listen,
holding sorrow’s breath…
J. Ruth Kelly 
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Thank you so much Jose 🙂
:-)))